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I looked back down at my phone and started typin’.

Me: Baby, you send me pictures lookin’ like that and then tell me you ovulatin’. You really expect me to finish this drink?

She sent back a laughin’ emoji before another message popped up.

My Fine Ass Wife: Nope.

I smiled…

My Fine Ass Wife: I expect my husband to bring his fine ass home.

I bit my lip again while I typed.

Me: Don’t take a single piece of that shit off. Leave everything exactly how it is until I walk through that front door.

She answered with a heart. Then another message came through.

My Fine Ass Wife: I’m ready for my baby, Daddy.

Lord…

I rubbed my chin while I smirked to myself.

Me: Then keep that pretty ass right where you at, ‘cause I’m on my way home to give my wife exactly what she asked me for.

She sent back three red hearts before addin’ one last message.

My Fine Ass Wife: Drive safe. I’ll be waitin’.

I locked my phone with a smile I couldn’t hide if I tried, finished the rest of my drink, and sat my glass on the table.

Renza looked over at me the second I stood up. “The fuck you goin’?”

I grabbed my keys and looked at his goofy ass. “I’m finna go mind my damn business.”

“The hell you is,” Renza said. “You just got here.”

I shrugged. “My wife texted me.”

Renza looked at me like I had lost my damn mind. “So?”

“So… my wife texted me, nigga. What part you confused about?”

Blaq started laughin’ ‘cause he already knew what that meant.

Renza pointed at me and shook his head. “I swear I’m sick of you and Pressure. Every time we finally get together, one of y’all niggas disappear.”

I laughed while slidin’ my phone in my pocket. “Aye… Pressure got what he got goin’ on, but that ain’t got shit to do with what I got goin’ on.”

“And what you got goin’ on?” Blaq asked with a smirk.

“My wife just told me she ovulatin’.”

He slapped the table so hard he almost spilled his drink. “Oh, he definitely gone.”

Renza closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I can’t stand married niggas.”

The three of us laughed together before I reached over and dapped both of them up. “A’ight…”